He came home not long after. Keys jingling, door opening with a familiar creak. I was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, calm and composed in someone else’s lingerie.
“Look, baby,” I said, standing to greet him with a kiss on the cheek.
Just for a moment. The mask slipped.
Then: “Yeah… they look great on you.”
He disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes. No explanation. No apology.
I sat in silence, staring at my reflection in the hallway mirror, wondering if I had finally snapped — or if I had finally woken up.
Seven Years of Settling
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